Robin, being a creature used to interpreting insane amounts of information all at once from any and all planes of existence, is not at all phased by the odd question.
"You normally slouch, and you wear all of these clothes... which makes it hard for people to see what your body looks like. One might assume, from the outside, that you are standing normally when you are really stooped over an inch or two."
Cheerily, he jabs his thumb back towards Vincent. "He slouches, too."
"You leave me out of this," Vincent says from where he is now leaning against the doorway.
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Robin, being a creature used to interpreting insane amounts of information all at once from any and all planes of existence, is not at all phased by the odd question.
"You normally slouch, and you wear all of these clothes... which makes it hard for people to see what your body looks like. One might assume, from the outside, that you are standing normally when you are really stooped over an inch or two."
Cheerily, he jabs his thumb back towards Vincent. "He slouches, too."
"You leave me out of this," Vincent says from where he is now leaning against the doorway.